Death of a rose

wet rose about to reach its primeLife is such a wonderful journey but it is shortthe death of beauty and needs living to the full. If you need any affirmation of this take a look at this rose. It featured in a post a couple of weeks ago.

In the picture on the left it is just about to come to its prime. Two very short weeks later it is a picture of decay, purpose served, perhaps. Enjoy it while you can…


Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Dylan Thomas

Published by Trefor Davies

Liver of life, father of four, CTO of, writer, poet,

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  1. Our physical bodies may die, decay and forget with the time. But our deeds will never die or forget and will remain with our names.

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